I'm the best and you're a ponce.

I don’t like water very much. I can’t swim well and I’ve had too many horrible encounters with it. -wrinkles her nose- I just need to kill time because I don’t feel like going home just yet and listening to mum get angry at me.

Well I’m always up for hanging out with you. -grins- You’d get yelled at for being in th’ hospital? That doesn’t seem fair. S’not like you did it on purpose, was it?

Well, I did stalk off from the group I was supposed to be with. Half my fault. Other half was the river. Mum doesn’t like it when I get hurt. -shrugs faintly, then shifts awkwardly for a moment- Erm. After my stitches heal and doctors say I can go back in the water - would you teach me to swim? Awkward thing to ask a thirteen year old, I know, but I really want to learn and … yeah … . awkward.

-crosses his arms- It's only two years.. I'm not that much younger. But yeah. -grins- I'll teach ya. It'd be fun.

Nightmares about drowning? Sounds like a bloody awful way to go. Especially for a swimmer.. or maybe that’s just ironic? I dunno.. Anything I can do t’ help or anything?

I don’t like water very much. I can’t swim well and I’ve had too many horrible encounters with it. -wrinkles her nose- I just need to kill time because I don’t feel like going home just yet and listening to mum get angry at me.

Well I'm always up for hanging out with you. -grins- You'd get yelled at for being in th' hospital? That doesn't seem fair. S'not like you did it on purpose, was it?

Nightmares about drowning? Sounds like a bloody awful way to go. Especially for a swimmer.. or maybe that's just ironic? I dunno.. Anything I can do t' help or anything?

Carl entered his- their room making as much noise as he could, flipping on the lights and otherwise doing everything he could to annoy Sherlock. Ooh, maybe if he could piss the other enough into yelling at him, he could make him shut up. Yeah, that’d be entertaining. Carl grinned sadistically as he dropped his dufflebag—full of both his swim stuff and all his school books—making a satisfyingly loud thud.

Sherlock groaned, flipping over in the bed. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, blinking sleepily. “Powers,” he sat up grudgingly, “I’m trying to sleep.” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, glaring up at his room mate. “Could you make more noise?”

"What's that, Holmes?" he asked, just that side of too loud. "You want more noise? Yeah, I think I can do that." Carl turned on his heel and hit a button on his ipod, blasting some music he wasn't even sure he liked. He'd only added it to use it against Sherlock. It was his favourite past time, really. He'd made it into his own little game. 'How quickly can I piss off the freak'. Carl wore a smug smile as he changed into a pair of pajama shorts.

Carl entered his- their room making as much noise as he could, flipping on the lights and otherwise doing everything he could to annoy Sherlock. Ooh, maybe if he could piss the other enough into yelling at him, he could make him shut up. Yeah, that'd be entertaining. Carl grinned sadistically as he dropped his dufflebag--full of both his swim stuff and all his school books--making a satisfyingly loud thud.

He set out for the playground as soon as he read her first message, he didn't read the second until he was already standing under one of the taller trees, feeling like a dunce that he hadn't spotted her yet. As soon as he saw it, however, his eyes snapped up, wondering which tree was hiding her.

Seriously, arseface… you must be on something.